I don’t need you.

I want you, but I don’t need you.

I don’t need your ‘good morning’ text to get up.
I don’t need you for driving my car to work.
I don’t need you to notice the comfortable silence of the fog-shrouded fields 
and how slightly the sun shimmers through them this morning.
I don’t need you to appreciate my sight.
I don’t need you to walk up the stairs to my office. 
I don’t need you to make myself a warm tea and I don’t need you to drink it either.
I don’t need the memory of you looking at me softly with your deep blue eyes.
I can think of other beautiful things, I don’t need you for that.
I don’t need you to mute me with a kiss, instead I’ll stare at the elegancy of the sea and be speechless by that.
I don’t need you to cheer me up on cloudy days, I’ll be okay with that after a few drinks.
I don’t want to choke by the pain you caused, by holding my sorrowful heart and ripping it out without a hint of warning. I don’t need that.
I don’t need you to live a fine life.

I don’t need you, but I want you.